There is no reality except the one contained within us.

In my brain were stored a thousand pictures.

When we hate a person, what we hate in his image is something inside ourselves. Whatever isn't inside us can't excite us.

I have no desire to walk on water," said Siddhartha. "Let the old shamans satisfy themselves with such skills".

We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.

All the women of this fevered night, all that I had danced with, all whom I had kindled or who have kindled me, all whom I had courted, all who had clung to me with longing, all whom I had followed with enraptured eyes were melted together and had become one, the one whom I held in my arms.

Love can be begged, bought, or received as a gift, one can find it in the street, but one cannot steal it.